Falling Away

What is it that you find when you observe what you have today? Are the things that you’ve created in the past the pillars of the answer you will convey?   Do you hold onto the past mistakes that hinder what you could be? Are those pillars of self-worth and confidence crumbling slowly into the sea?   Are the pillars made of discontent that you’ve … Continue reading Falling Away

Days Of Old

I visit the places from the wonder years — around the streets and drives of my past. Down the walks around blocks once journeyed. Somewhere in time, they still last. A bit older and a bit wiser — I long for the days with Dad. He lived in the heart of the city, and now I see why he had. Peaceful and quiet neighborhoods, little … Continue reading Days Of Old

He Sat Alone

I couldn’t drag the man away… from himself. From himself — long enough for him to take a look. To take a look… to peer into the man that others see. The arrogant, self-centered and proud man. The man surrounded by trophies and awards. The man of importance. He wouldn’t step aside. He wouldn’t come over to the table where my friend and I were … Continue reading He Sat Alone

A Table For One

Some of God’s children are condemning those who fail– gloating and showing off, as they boastfully prevail. “Look at how their faith is of little use, as they welcome their underlying issues and the mask them with abuse! They are so dumb–can you believe what they do? They need to read their Bibles, and be like me and you! Just look at us; we are … Continue reading A Table For One

Scorned

People search for love in an attempt to feel completed. When the thrill of love fades, they are left alone–defeated.   They give their all to another, and expect the same from them, but when they fail to exceed the standard, they berate, point fingers and condemn.   People want things their way. No other option will do. They wonder why they are lonely as … Continue reading Scorned

The Resonance Of His Voice

My dad has been gone for all of these days and I am seeing him now in many new ways I see my father in reflections and behind the closed doors I see him on the streets and in empty drawers He drove by me one day but it wasn’t him Perhaps he waved at me with my thoughts at whim I heard his voice … Continue reading The Resonance Of His Voice

Departure

I watched a young man and his little boy play around a shopping cart as they waited at the bus stop. I wondered, as I watched the little boy, if we return to the same sort of innocence when we move on from this life. I wondered if the life to come will hold the same childlike innocence the boy was exploring. While watching him, … Continue reading Departure